Poetry from J.J. Campbell

Author J.J. Campbell

Author J.J. Campbell

J.J. Campbell (1976 – ?) is old enough to know where the bodies are buried. He’s been widely published over the years, most recently at The Rye Whiskey Review, The Dope Fiend Daily, Fourth & Sycamore, Horror Sleaze Trash and Cajun Mutt Press. You can find him most days on his mildly entertaining blog, evil delights. (https://evildelights.blogspot.com)
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long days of pain
 
there’s an old
black soul deep
inside me
these long days
of pain are nothing
new
the ache starts
in the small of
the back and
climbs the spine
until it rests in
my brain
on the good days
i’m only crazy
on the bad days
some motherfucker
is going to find out
how much evil is
inside me
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when the darkness takes over
 
laughter is the last
thing that leaves
a crazy mind
when the darkness
takes over every
nook and cranny
it can either be
the slow decline
or a rush of blood
to the head
there’s a shotgun
in the corner for
a reason
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sign language
 
my mother
is losing
her hearing
i let her know
the only sign
language i
remember is
how to sign
eat shit and
die
she laughs
and gives me
the sign that
i am number
one
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the same year you were molested as a child
 
picture that
utopia you
fantasized
about as
a teenager
and then
remember
you realized
what death
was the same
year you were
molested as
a child
utopias never
have existed
at least not
without the
help of
chemical
substances
and a
repressed
society can
never reach
its full
potential
ever
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getting warmer
 
the weather is
finally getting
warmer
soon, it will
be short skirts
and a lonely
man seeking
an adventure

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